It is a steep scramble up, through the tight set alleyways, of the Falmouth waterfront. As it must have been, for sailors making landfall here, for centuries.
I have left Stargazer out on a visitor's mooring, off the town. Glad that her solar panels grant us independence, from shore hook ups. And that I towed the Avon, round from Helford, 'just in case,' rather than deflate and stow it.
The High street is alive with colour and thronged with people. A novelty, after the past fortnight, of secluded anchorages and rustic moorings. I make straight for Tesco, lengthy shopping list in hand, to re-provision.
On arrival, all three marinas proved 'fully booked.' Not entirely unexpectedly. We did, however, secure the offer of a vacant mooring, and permission to come alongside, to fill up with water, from Falmouth Yacht Haven. Centre stage, on the waterfront.
With food and water replenished, our only outstanding need is to charge the two camera batteries. One flat, one low. Photography rationed, these past several days. Mains power is required, for this electrical need only. When I row ashore, to pay Stargazer's mooring dues, the Harbour Master proves happy to help. I leave the charger plugged into his office socket, for collection in the morning. A warm Cornish welcome to Falmouth town.
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